The Strength of a Tree

Amidst the storm, it stands so tall,

Its roots so deep, its leaves may fall.

Through winds that rage and lightning strikes,

It stands its ground, in dark of night.

With every storm, it may bend and sway,

But never does it break, or lose its way.

Its branches may creak, and leaves may rustle,

But it stands its ground, through every hustle.

Through drought and famine, it may struggle,

But never does it give up, or buckle.

For deep within, its spirit roars,

And its roots hold fast, like ancient moors.

Oh, how it weathers, the test of time,

And never does it falter, or decline.

Its strength, a symbol, of all that's true,

And an inspiration, for me and you.

For when life gets tough, and the winds may howl,

Remember the tree, so strong and so proud.

For within us all, lies that same strength,

To weather any storm, to go to any length.

So let us stand tall, and face our fears,

And know that we too, can weather any tears.

For just like the tree, we too can survive,

And with resilience, we too can thrive.